Five minutes later, Edward returned carrying the cardboard box from his car. He set it on an empty table. “For the groom.”
Max laughed. “You were serious.”
“Open it.”
By then, several guests were watching. Max opened the box. His smile disappeared. Inside was an enormous pair of trousers. He pulled them out. “What is this?”
“Mine,” Edward said.
Max looked between Edward and the trousers. “You wore these?”
“Yes.” Edward took them back. “I used to be much heavier.”
Max frowned. “So?”
Edward looked at me. “Veronica knows part of this story.”
I stared at him. “I do?”
“About three years ago, before we became friends, someone brought birthday cake into the office.”
Then I remembered. Edward had been standing near the break room. Someone offered him cake. He refused. “People who look like me don’t need cake.”
I had been having a terrible week with Max. Without thinking, I replied, “Funny. My husband talks about me like that.”
